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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.