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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Doors,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.