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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.