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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.