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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.