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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.