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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.