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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.