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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Zapp,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Franke,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.