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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.