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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.