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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Skarface,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.