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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Mars to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.