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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.