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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.