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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.