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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.