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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.