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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Crime to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.