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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.