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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.