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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.