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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.