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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.