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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
UT,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.