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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.