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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.