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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.