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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.