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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.