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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Visage,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.