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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.