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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
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.