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 Slovakia 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 Halifax and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.