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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.