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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.