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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.