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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.