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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Index to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.