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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.