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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.