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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.