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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.