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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.