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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.