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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.