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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.