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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Fear to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Slave,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.