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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.