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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.