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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.