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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.