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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.