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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.