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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.