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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.