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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
June Days,
X-102,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.