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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.