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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.