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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.