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 Samoa and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.