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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.