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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Pole,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.