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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.