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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.