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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.