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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.