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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Fear,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Franke,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.