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 India and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Faust,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.