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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Little Man,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.