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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.