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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.