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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.