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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Drexciya 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.