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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.