Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.