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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.