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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.