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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.