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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.