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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.