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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
June Days,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.