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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.