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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Little Man,
MC5,
DNA,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.