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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.