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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.