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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.