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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.