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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.