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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Index,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.