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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.