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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.