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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.