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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.