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 France and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.