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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Move,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.