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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.