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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.