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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.