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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.