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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.