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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
JFA,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.