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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.