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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.