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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
ABC,
EPMD,
MC5,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.