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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.