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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.