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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.