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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.