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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Yaz,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.