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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.