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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.