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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.