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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.