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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.