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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.