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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Swans,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.