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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.