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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.