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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.