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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.