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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Index,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.