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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.