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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.