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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.