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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Q65,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.