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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.