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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.