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 Samoa and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.