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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Count Five to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.