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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.