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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.