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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.