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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.