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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
cv313,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.