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 Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.