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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Inner City,
AZ,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.