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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.