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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
MC5,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.