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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.