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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.