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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.