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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.