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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.