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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.