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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.