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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.