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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.