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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.