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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.