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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.