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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.