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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.