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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.