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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Organ,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.