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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.