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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.