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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.