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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.