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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.