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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.