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 Ghana and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.