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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.