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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Names,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.