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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.