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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.