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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.