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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.