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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
June of 44,
Index,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.