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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.