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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.