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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.