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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.