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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Wings,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.