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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Section 25,
the Association,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.