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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.