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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.