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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.