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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.