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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.