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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.