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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Motorama,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.