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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.