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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.