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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.