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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rakim to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.