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 Djibouti and from London.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Fear,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.