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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.