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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.