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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
John Cale,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.