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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.