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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.