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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.