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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.