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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.