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 Syria and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.