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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.