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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.