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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.