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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.