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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.