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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.