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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.