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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Organ,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.