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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.