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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.