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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.