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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.