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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.