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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.