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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.