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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.