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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.