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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.