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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.