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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.