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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.