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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.