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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.