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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.