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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
MC5,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.