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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Monks,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.