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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.