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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.