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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Erasure,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.