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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.