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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.