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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.