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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.