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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.