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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.