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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Zapp,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Mars,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.