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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
UT,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.