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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Wire,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.