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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Wire,
UT,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.