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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.