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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Martian to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.