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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.