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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.