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 China and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.