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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.