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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.