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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.