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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.