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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.