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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.