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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.