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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.