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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Japan,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.