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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Technova,
Gong,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Darondo,
AZ,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.