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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.