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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.