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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.