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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.