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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.