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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.