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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.