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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
New Order,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Television,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.