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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.