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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Wire,
Fear,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.