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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.