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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.