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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.