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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.