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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.