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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
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.