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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.