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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.