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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.