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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.