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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.