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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.