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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.