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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.