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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.