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 Czech Republic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.