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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Gong,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.