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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.