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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.