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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.