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 India and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.