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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.