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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.