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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June Days to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.