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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.