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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.