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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Nico,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.