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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.