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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.