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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.