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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.