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 London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.