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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.