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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.