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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.