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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
UT,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.