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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.