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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.