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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.