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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.