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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.