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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.