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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.