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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.