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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.