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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.