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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.