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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Scion,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.