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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.