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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Faust,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.