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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Saints to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.