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 Croatia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.