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 Chad and from Milan.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.