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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Wings,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.