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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.