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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.