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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.