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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.