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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.