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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.