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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.