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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Wings,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.