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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.