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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
X-101,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.