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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.