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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.