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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.