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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.