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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.