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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.