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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.