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 Estonia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Selecter,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.