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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
X-101,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.