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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.