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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.