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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.