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 Belize 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.