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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.