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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.