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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.