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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.