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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.