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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.