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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.