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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Lyres,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.