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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
UT,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.