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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.