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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.