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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.