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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.