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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.