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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.