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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Slits to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.