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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.