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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Techniques 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Visage,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.