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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.