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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.