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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
UT,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.