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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.