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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.