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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.