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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.