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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.