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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.