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 France and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.