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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
MC5,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Move,
Magma,
CMW,
Nico,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.