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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.