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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.