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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.