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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.