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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.