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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.