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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.