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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
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Little Man,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Wire,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.