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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.