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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.