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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.