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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.