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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.