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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.