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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.