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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.