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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
X-101,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.