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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.