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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.