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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.