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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.