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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.