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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.