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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.