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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.