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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Index,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.