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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.