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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.