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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.