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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.