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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.