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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.