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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.