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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.