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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.