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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.