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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.