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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.