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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.