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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.