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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Index,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.