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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.