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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.