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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.