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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Niagra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.