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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.