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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.