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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.