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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.