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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.