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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.