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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.