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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.