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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.