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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.