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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.