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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.