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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.