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 States and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.