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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.