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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.