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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.