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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.