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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.