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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
MDC,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.