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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.