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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.