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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.