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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.