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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
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.