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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 United States of America to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Slave,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.