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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.