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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
June of 44,
ABBA,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.