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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
AZ,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.