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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.