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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.