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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.