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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.