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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.