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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.