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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.