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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lalann 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.