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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.