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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.