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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
ABC,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.