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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
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.