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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.