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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 June of 44 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.