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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
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.