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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.