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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.