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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.