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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.