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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
UT,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.