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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.