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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Move,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.