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 Greece and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.