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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.