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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.