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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Derrick May,
X-102,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
UT,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.