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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
the Association,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.