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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.