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 Mali and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.