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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Can,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.