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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.