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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.