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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.