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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.