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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
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.