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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.