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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.