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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.