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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Nico,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.