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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.