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 Honduras and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
JFA,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.