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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Names to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
New Order,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.