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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.