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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.