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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.