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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
UT,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.