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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
AZ,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.