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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.