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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.