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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.