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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
X-102,
John Holt,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.