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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.