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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.