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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
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.