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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.