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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.