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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.