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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.