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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.