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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.