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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.