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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.