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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.