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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.