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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.