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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.