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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.