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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.