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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.