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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.