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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.