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 Cape Verde 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Flipper,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.